wind and waves

Along the way, Yun Lang leaned on Jing Che's shoulder and cried incoherently for a long time, but then he lost his strength, and the stamina of the wine picked up, he felt dizzy and just wanted to sleep.

Jing Che originally planned to walk through the woods to get home quickly, but it was late at night, and he lost his direction for a while.

If we go on like this, what if we go further and further away?Even if I can toss...

Jing Che glanced at Yun Lang leaning on his shoulder, and really couldn't bear to torment him any longer.

Jing Che had no choice but to pick an open space, put Yun Lang on the grass beside him, and took off his shirt to cover him.

The autumn night is frosty, cold and dew heavy, Brother Yun will catch cold lying on the ground like this...

Thinking this way, Jing Che turned around and went to the woods to pick up some firewood, and lit a fire with flint.

Under the firelight, Yunlang's face looked white and moist, with a warm golden light, like a piece of transparent jade.

Jing Che didn't know what was wrong with him, he was attracted by him involuntarily, and couldn't help but want to get closer to him.

Brother Yun usually keeps a distance from him, not alienated, but not intimate, as if he will never be able to get close to him, and will always be shut out of his heart by him.

The words he said to himself today are more like, to that person...

Jing Che felt very strange in his heart, a little sour...

Why can that person be in your heart, but I can't?

Surprised Che looked at him, getting closer and closer to his face...

His cheeks were flushed with drunkenness.

I really want to kiss.

One bite, one kiss, he probably won't find out...

Shocked Che's mouth gently pressed against Yunlang's cheek, like a guilty little thief, he quickly pecked and left.

Yun Lang's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he said softly, "Chen Feng, I hate you..."

Jing Che paused, stretched out his hand to gently smooth his frowning brows, "Brother Yun, it would be great if you could have a place for Jing Che in your heart..."

Jing Che just looked at Yun Lang in a daze, and fell asleep leaning against him.

After a night of hangover, when Yunlang woke up the next day, his whole body was numb and uncomfortable. He tried to move, but found that it was because of shock.

Jing Che covered Yunlang with all the clothes he could take off, and shrank aside in his close-fitting clothes.Perhaps it was too cold in the middle of the night, and he was confused and instinctively looking for something warm to crawl under, which made him feel like a koala clutching a tree, with his hands and feet tightly clutching Yunlang's body.

this silly boy...

Yun Lang was so moved that he wanted to cry, but seeing him like this made him want to laugh.

Yun Lang woke up Jing Che, and Jing Che let go of him, and he was able to sit up.

Startled Che couldn't hold back, and sneezed.

Yun Lang put the clothes back on Jing Che, "Why are you so stupid, look how frozen you are?"

Jing Che smiled sheepishly, "Brother Yun's injury is not fully healed yet, so Jing Che should take care of you more."

Yun Lang choked up, "Put on your clothes quickly, and go back and take a hot bath to drive away the cold."

*****

Jing Che did suffer from a bit of wind and cold, sneezing and sneezing non-stop along the way.

As soon as he entered the yard, Jing Che's mother came out to greet him, held Jing Che in her arms and looked at it again and again, probably not sleeping all night, "Che'er, why did you come back now, I was scared to death, I thought you were What happened."

Jing Che just said, "Mom, I'm not a three-year-old child anymore, I'm fine. It's just that I was playful at the market yesterday and missed the time, so I only come back now."

Ah-choo-!

"He said it's okay, look, you're all caught with the wind and cold!" Jing Che's mother scolded him, and dragged him into the house with one hand, "Hurry up and wrap the quilt up, and I'll boil water for you. Stew ginger soup."

"Understood, my lord mother!" Jing Che quickly got under the quilt and replied.

Yunlang picked up the teapot on the table, poured a cup of hot tea for Jing Che, "Blame me for dragging you to drink casually yesterday, which made you sick."

Surprised Che took the teacup with a smile on his face, his eyes almost narrowed into a line, "Everyone says drinking can relieve worries, Brother Yun is unhappy, if you can be happy after drinking, it's good, it's nothing No wonder. As long as Brother Yun is happy, Jing Che will be happy to accompany you no matter what."

"Jing Che, I was drunk yesterday, what nonsense did I talk about?"

"It's all talk after drinking, it's not a story, and Jing Che didn't understand it either. And since those things made Brother Yun sad, Jing Che didn't want to mention them to you, so you might as well forget about them."

forget?

If you can really forget, how can there be pain?Will there be hate?

Yun Lang thought so, and smiled wryly, "Hate cannot be forgotten. People who died innocently are extremely pitiful. If even the living people choose to forget, wouldn't it be a disappointment to them."

"However, making the living suffer is not something they would like to see..."

Yun Lang stared at the boy who always spoke surprisingly, and suddenly felt a little envious of him.

He lived out what he wanted...

Yunlang sighed, "If it wasn't just because I was in this mountain, maybe I would be as free and easy as you."

"What Brother Yun said is too profound for Jing Che to understand." Jing Che huddled under the quilt and looked at him with a bewildered face, "I only hope that in Brother Yun's heart, the days with Jing Che will be full of happiness." happy memory."

Yun Lang looked at Jing Che, and didn't know what was wrong with him. His heart, which had been so cold in that rainstorm, seemed to have been warmed by him back to life at some point...

He is really like a close-fitting furnace, emitting light and heat anytime and anywhere, even making people scald.

He patted Jing Che's head and smiled slightly, "With you, a clever little ghost, of course I'm happy."

*****

Dragon Silver Escort.

"Master Bai, please see me."

"Bai Fu?" The middle-aged man sitting in the main hall was Cen Jian who had just succeeded as bodyguard master half a year ago. He was looking at a roll of accounts, and said thoughtfully, "Didn't he be transferred to Taicheng?"

"The subordinates don't know why he came to the capital, he just said that he has something important to report."

Cen Jian put away the accounts, "Let him in."

The visitor came in and saluted, "See bodyguard master."

Cen Jian came down from the hall, "Brother Bai, long time no see, are you enjoying your time in the Taicheng branch office? Come, come, sit down and have a cup of tea with me."

Bai Fu was greeted by Cen Jian and walked to the guest seat.

Sitting at the main seat, Cen Jian saw that Bai Fu's expression seemed wrong, and asked, "What, but what happened in Taicheng?"

"Taicheng is fine. But..." Bai Fu hesitated to speak.

"Is there anything we can't say between you and my brother?" Seeing him like this, Cen Jian felt a little anxious.

"I'm just not sure." Bai Fu thought about it or said it out, "It's Feihong..."

"Feihong?!" Cen Jian stood up suddenly, his face was as livid as if he had eaten a weight, and he said in a calm voice, "Isn't he dead? We watched him die with our own eyes! Can you still cheat the corpse! "

"Brother..." Bai Fu also stood up and was about to continue talking.

Cen Jian made a gesture, signaling him not to speak yet, walked to the door, checked carefully, then closed the door, and asked in a low voice, "What's going on?"

Bai Fu continued, "It's true that Feihong is dead, but a few days ago, I accidentally saw his son at the market in Taicheng. There was an unidentified man beside him. It seemed that his martial arts were not low. "

"Could it be that their family found something wrong?" Cen Jian frowned thickly, "No, only you and I knew about hiring murderers. Luo Yunmen has always been the most tight-lipped, and the killers under it are only involved in missions. Why? Will you know who killed it?"

"But we know the details of Feihong's family the best." Bai Fu said, "How could a mysterious person appear out of nowhere? I'm worried that they might have discovered something. Brother, you have only been in the position of bodyguard master for less than half a year. , the foundation is not yet solid, if this matter is revealed, it will be..."

Cen Jian sighed deeply.

"Don't be afraid of [-], just in case." Bai Fu continued, "I reminded you at the time, we must kill the grass and root it out! No matter what the identity of that mysterious person is, as long as Feihong's wife and children are dead and unable to speak, What else can we turn up?"

Cen Jian tightly held the handle of the seat at hand, "Do you have any safe plans?"

"Same as before." Bai Fu and Cen Jian looked at each other, "Don't get your hands dirty..."

Cen Jian nodded, "Okay, let's do it like this, you can arrange it."

*****

late at night.

A black shadow jumped onto the roof of Jingche's house.

Yun Lang has been sleeping in the main house since the day he was rescued to Jing Che's house, and Jing Che and his mother have been staying in the West Room.

Although the killer knew that there was one more person living in the yard, his prey was only to startle the mother and son, and he didn't want to confront others.

But he didn't know that Jing Che let go of the main house.

Yunlang opened his eyes when he heard the sound of tiles being stepped on.

He put on his shoes without making a sound, put on a coat, pressed his hand on the door, and gently pushed open a gap.

I wanted to check for traces of something, but a black shadow suddenly jumped into the side window.

The eyes of the two met for a moment, and they both froze for a moment.

Seeing that Che was not shocked, the killer had no room for hesitation, so he had to deal with the obstructive person first.

In the next second, the killer waved his hand and attacked Yunlang.

Yunlang dodged back, avoiding the sharp hook.

Ghost hands!

This person used one of the common hidden weapons in the Jianghu—the ghost hand, which was worn on the five fingertips, like the claws of a ghost, with one claw, the skin would be ripped apart, and if it was caught on the neck or other vital parts, it would kill instantly.

The killer's move was very fierce, Yunlang just dodged and blocked it, but did not fight back.

"Are you a killer?"

"You came after me?"

Yunlang kept testing him while dodging, always trying to figure out his origin.

If it was for me, it would be normal in normal times, but now I am in the outskirts of Taicheng City, and I seldom go out in Jingche's house, it is difficult for the enemy to find the door; another possibility is to rush to Jingche's house He came, but bumped into himself, and had to do it. If so, he had to figure it out.

*****

At night, Jing Che couldn't sleep well because of his stuffy nose, so he got up and went to the courtyard to have a urinate, and vaguely heard the sound of tables and chairs moving in the main room.

At first, he thought it was Yunlang who was thirsty and got up to drink water in the middle of the night, so he didn't care.

But when Xiaojie came back, the voice still rang out from time to time, and Jing Che was puzzled. He wanted to call Brother Yun and ask him if he was not feeling well, but he stopped talking.

He couldn't help but quietly walked to the main house, wanting to see what Yunlang was doing inside.